I am fickle

Song Zhiye's body was very weak, Ashu supported him, staring at him with beautiful eyes: "Cousin Zhiye seems to be seriously injured?"

"Are you proud?"

"Since you and I are cousins, of course Ash cares about my cousin, it's important to care."

Song Heyu sat under the willow tree, gently stroking the ink-colored strings engraved with plum blossoms, and the falling flowers floated past his eyes lightly.Song Zhiye smiled calmly across the lotus pond.

Ashu said: "Song Heyu wants to marry me."

"Your blessing."

"But I don't think he likes me. From the beginning to the end, you are talking to yourself."

"You like him." Song Zhiye explained what she was thinking.

Ashu knelt down and wiped his shoes embroidered with light blue petals, "But, don't you like him too?"

Song Zhiye's eyes widened and he said sharply, "Nonsense."

"Ashu, He Yu and I are close friends. I used to tease him and then treat him as a friend. No nonsense is allowed between two men talking about their likes."

Ashu's innocent eyes stared at him closely: "I only said a few words, why do you have to explain so much, isn't it superfluous to explain to me?"

"Ashu, I want you to marry him and obey him all your life. It is your duty to listen to him and make him happy."

"Yes, this is the meaning of my existence."

"Song Zhiye, you are right about one thing. I really like him. There is nothing wrong with marrying someone you like, but you don't regret it?"

Song Zhiye tightened his Taoist robe, and almost fell down, "I'm just a Taoist priest, what do I regret?"

Ashu laughed so wildly that tears almost fell down, "My duty, my blessing, I will serve him till old age. Song Zhiye, if I accompany him through birth, old age, sickness and death, I will still be myself."

When Ash left, he was staggering, but his heart was a little sore.A pair of warm hands behind him caught him who was about to fall, Song Heyu smiled slightly: "If brother Song is not feeling well, go back to the room and lie down."

It was as if in an instant, they had grown up all of a sudden, and they no longer wanted to talk and laugh freely in the past.I always feel that there is a faint sadness in the air.

"Now I'm a Daoist, and I'm no longer your Brother Song. From now on, I'll escape into the mountains."

Song Heyu's smile froze, "Song... Taoist priest..."

There was finally a separation between them, and it was still a separation, Song Heyu continued: "Whether it's Daoist or Brother Song, stay and accompany me to make a few paintings."

"Ashu is a smart girl, with her, you are not alone."

"No one will wait for you again."

"The prodigal son Song Zhiye died back then, and now only Daoist Fengshan is left. I came here because I also thought about our past."

"It's over?" Song Heyu's expression looked so sad.

"Aoyama goes alone, forgetting the past."

"Song Zhiye, you are so cruel."

"Song Zhiye, stay here and teach me your painting skills."

Song Zhiye clenched his hands tightly in his wide Taoist robe, and said nonchalantly, "I don't paint any more, I'm just a duckweed floating everywhere as my home. Brother He Yu, I wish you peace and happiness in the future."

Peace and joy...

Song Heyu's eyes were moist, "You're either a rascal, or you saved me. I begged you to stay so shamelessly. Song Zhiye, Song Daozhang, go away, go far away, and don't come back again."

For the rest of my life, we will never see each other again.

A farewell is a farewell forever.